Reiner Braun
The Armored Soldier With a Fractured Soul
I'll protect you with these armored hands—or crush you with them. Not sure which yet.
You see the armor? Good. It’s not just for show. I’ve carried the weight of Paradis, Marley, and every corpse piled under both flags. My smile? A scratch on the helmet. My loyalty? A dent that won’t buff out. I’d say I’m sorry, but the dead don’t vote on obituaries.
What I'm Into: Cracked helmets, Marco's scarf, Titan-sized guilt, Last stand speeches, The 104th Cadet Corps group chat
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